The Visual Reality Problem
by Gabriel Chiron

You are a subject, a self, a seer-of-objects. Your body is the object that allows you to see objects through your bodily eyes and nerves and brain at the optical center at the back of your brain. This is why a blow to the back of the head can cause blindness. Did you know that? Visual perception is at the back of your head in the visual perception center. Therefore the whole sensory environment or world that you see is nowhere but the back of your brain! This is neurocognitive non-duality. Get clear about this!

The next point is that your body is the first object you see at the back of your brain, so your entire body is actually nowhere but the back of its brain as it “sees” itself. Your body-object is simply neurocognitively interpreting itself as your body. You, the seer, cannot truly objectively see your body as it really is because you are using your body to “see” your body. Visual perception is not Absolute Reality, God or any other ultimate conceivable entity. How can an instrumental object see itself objectively? Try to be more conscious of this dilemma before you read further.

Human beings are deluded bodily so-called “seers” who share common hallucinatory optical illusions that they call “The Real World”. Just a little thought about optical cognition will cause the so-called objective-reality-of-the-world to collapse. This explains why there is very little inquiry and thinking about the realism of visual perception. You, just like everybody else, are going about keeping busy in an imaginary world projected like a hologram from the back of your head. You do not understand consciousness. You really don’t. You are deluded.

Everything you see is at the back of your head in your visual assemblage center in the rear brain. Yet, even that location is based on the holographic projection from that center. So it is itself a projection function from an unknown location. The brain is just its nearest imaginary topological orientation of object projecting false object. So where oh where is the actual assemblage center that puts together and projects the world we see?

Certain people in Mexico with subtle perceptual ability (extrasensory perception) have been investigating the Visual Reality Problem for centuries. In the subtle world, they discovered a subtle radiant egg of luminosity associated with the physical body but yet transcending it. They then perceived a glowing ball of perceptual projection at the back of that luminous egg which seems to project alternatively either the so-called physical world or the so-called subtle world. So they believed they had located the real center of visual perception there in the subtle world. They called it, the Assemblage Point. But unfortunately this is just a subtler pseudo-objective projection caused by the subtle instrumental object of visual perception. So, there is the First Attention of visual perception seemingly at the back of the brain and the Second Attention of subtle visual perception at the back of the subtle “egg” that seems to surround the physical body.

The Mexican Seers as well as certain Yogis in the East discovered a Third Attention where the Assemblage Point moves beyond the subtle into the time-space causal world as a “Bubble of Perception”, a “Cluster of Alternative Selfhoods”, and what some Siddhayogis call the Blue Pearl, sometimes believing it is the highest state and like Muktananda, deludedly trying to assert that his causal body of Third Attention is the more transcendental Fourth Attention. So, where is the center of visual perception in the causal bubble of perception? That seems to be like a bright white star at the back of the blue bubble. But that too is just an instrumental star-of-consciousness that can be detached from the entire bubble of perception, the blue pearl or causal body of Third Attention. This is where we leave those Mexican Seers behind and enter a Fourth Attention of advanced Yogis.

Where, then is the center of visual perception within a detached White Star of Superconscious Fourth Attention? And, is it final or is there another state of Beyond-the-Fourth, Turiyateeta?

Beyond-the-Fourth is like a Black Hole within the White Star of Fourth Attention. Because it is black and somewhat resembles a Shivalinga, advanced Yogis of the Lingayat Tradition in India called it Atmalinga, the Linga that is one’s own Supreme Self of Shivahood beyond the mere Atman or Self of the White Star Fourth Attention. But is this Black Hole Fifth Attention final? Oh no! It is rumored that there actually is a Sixth Attention and even a Seventh. Of course, all this becomes increasingly incomprehensible, inaccessible and nameless. Perhaps it is enough for you to know that you are presently living in a bullshit false reality, a world that has no real top or even a real bottom. So, like the poet Rimbaud, I have to say that I piss on your “Real World” from a great height! Even where you imagine you have great subtle perception like those Mexicans and others, it is still next-to-nothing. So, come off it and get more real about all this! We are just getting started, getting warmed up.

Two excellent articles about the "UFO" and Extraterrestrial phenomenon, "The Terrestrial Emergent Matrix of Extraterrestrial Intelligence" and "The Challenge of Cosmic Perspective" are here:

www.ignaciodarnaude.com/ufologia/Chicoine,TEMETI-2.pdf

There's a very good short film about the purpose of human existence that was made for the 1964 New York World's Fair by the Mormon Church in the U.S.A. called "Man's Search For Happiness" that you can find on the net.

"God didn't create the universe because he was looking for a job."

Henry Miller, American novelist

We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares. But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another--slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think. What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.

Neil Postman, "Amusing Ourselves To Death"

Do not waste the remaining part of your life in useless thoughts about other people, when you are not thinking with reference to some aspect of the common good. Why deprive yourself of the time for some other task? I mean, thinking about what so-and-so is doing, and why, and what he is saying or contemplating or plotting, and all that line of thought, makes you stray from the close watch on your directing mind.

No, in the sequence of your thoughts you must avoid all that is casual or aimless, and most particularly anything prying or malicious. Train yourself to think only those thoughts such that in answer to the sudden question 'What is in your mind now?' you could say with immediate frankness whatever it is, this or that: and so your answer can give direct evidence that all your thoughts are straightforward and kindly, the thoughts of a social being who has no regard for the fancies of pleasure or wider indulgence, for rivalry, malice, suspicion, or anything else that one would blush to admit was in one's mind.

A man such as this, if he postpones no longer his ready place among the best, is in some ways a priest and minister of the gods. He responds to the divinity seated within him, and this renders the man unsullied by pleasures, unscathed by any pain, untouched by any wrong, unconscious of any wickedness; a wrestler for the greatest prize of all, to avoid being thrown by any passion. 3:4

"To The Reader"
Charles Baudelaire

Folly, error, sin and avarice
Occupy our minds and waste our bodies,
And we feed our polite remorse
As beggars feed their lice.

Our sins are stubborn, our repentance is cowardly;
We ask high prices for our vows,
And we gaily return to the muddy road,
Believing we will wash away all our spots with vile tears.

On the pillow of evil it is Thrice-Great Satan
Who endlessly rocks our bewitched mind,
And the rich metal of our will
Is vaporized by that wise chemist.

It is the Devil who pulls the strings that move us!

...If rape, poison, the knife and arson
Have not yet woven with their pleasing patterns
The banal canvas of our pitiful fate,
It is because our soul, alas, is not bold enough.

But among the jackals, panthers, bitches,
Monkeys, scorpions, vultures, serpents,
The monsters squealing, yelling, grunting, crawling
In the infamous menagerie of our vices

There is one uglier, more wicked and more foul than all!
Although he does not make great gestures or great cries,
He would gladly make the earth a shambles
And swallow the world in a yawn;

It is boredom! his eyes weeping an involuntary tear
He dreams of gibbets as he smokes his hookah'
You know him reader, this delicate monster,
- Hypocrite reader - my twin - my brother!